MessyA Poem by Sheila's HabitatPendingness..You drown me in the dead sea of insecurities
while painting the impossibility with a dark shade of blue
making me believe in all of those fantasies
of a forbidden me and a complicated you
I’m sick of transcribing the signals you send
I get confused every time you reach for me
Wish all this could come to an end
So I could finally set myself free
Feels like a never ending curse
crawling into the memories of an undone story
It keeps getting worse and worse
to get myself out of your territory... © 2018 Sheila's Habitat |
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